I really should start writing these at night before I go to bed. By the time I get up, get dressed, get to work, start my morning, and put out any fires at the office, I've already forgotten half of what happened the day before.
What I remember of the first half of yesterday was mostly normal: a conference call, a bunch of emails, some reports, some hand holding and ego boosting to keep everyone happy, a complaint to the boss of other people not doing their job. Typical.
*Her*: "Janet Reno":http://www.ada.ufl.edu/ADAcd/cdpages/images/agreno.jpg
*me*: oh my god. she really is quite hideous. manish even.
*Her*: Isn't she? Quite the antithesis of sexy.
*me*: Yes, in fact, most of the men I know make better looking women than she does. Even *WITH* facial hair.
– a conversation between liz and I
For reasons undisclosed (yes… I'm looking at YOU!), I decided that yesterday afternoon would be as good as any other for getting my eyes examined. My glasses were over 5 years old and my contact prescription ran out a few weeks ago. So, I made a 3:15pm appointment and headed out.
I didn't get home until around 7:30pm. Jess and I had a quick dinner. Then I uploaded all of the photographs being sent to the lab for this week. I had intended on doing some photo-editing as well, but I just couldn't concentrate on anything that close to my face. So, Jess and I watched some TV, I played some guitar, and then we headed to bed.
